February 15, 2010
February 14, 2010
February 13, 2010
Ah, Mexico...
February 9, 2010
Dedicated to Loyce Hood
This photo of an American alligator was taken in Sawgrass Lake Park in St. Petersburg on a shoot with my mentor, photographer Loyce Hood. I dedicate this photo to her because she has inspired me and supported my efforts to learn digital photography. Loyce works tirelessly with countless students and other photographers to create exciting learning environments and bring local photographers together to share their work, ideas, and camaraderie. This is my first photo using my new Nikon SLR (D3000) and processed with Lightroom 2. Thank you, Loyce, for a year of friendship, education, and support.February 6, 2010
February 5, 2010
February 4, 2010
February 3, 2010
February 2, 2010
January 31, 2010
January 30, 2010
January 29, 2010
January 28, 2010
January 27, 2010
January 26, 2010
January 25, 2010
January 18, 2010
January 17, 2010
January 16, 2010
January 15, 2010
January 14, 2010
January 12, 2010
January 11, 2010
Snowbird

I have just returned to the Lost River Valley where temperatures are in the teens and there is snow on the ground and ice on the roofs. This isn't a good photo but I want to pay tribute to this little invention. It is called a snowbird and it keeps snow and ice from avalanching off the roof as the sun warms the metal panels and frozen precipitation begins to slide. Rows of these little birds sit low on every standing-seam metal roof, preventing injury to people, plants, and animals below!
January 8, 2010
January 6, 2010
January 5, 2010
January 4, 2010
January 1, 2010
December 31, 2009
December 25, 2009
December 15, 2009
Bayshore, Safety Harbor
December 13, 2009
December 9, 2009
December 6, 2009
Hello journal--I've missed you.
Between an early snow storm and making preparation to leave Lost River for several months, I've been separated from my camera--except for this moment when I looked out the window and saw the bird that poet Mary Oliver say "fires up the landscape in winter." She sees the red bird as a sign of hope after a long period of grief; this interpretation speaks to me.Red Bird Explains Himself
“Yes, I was the brilliance floating over the snow
and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this was
only the first trick
I had hold of among my other mythologies,
for I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest,
food to the young, kisses to my bride.
and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this was
only the first trick
I had hold of among my other mythologies,
for I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest,
food to the young, kisses to my bride.
But don’t stop there, stay with me: listen.
If I was the song that entered your heart
then I was the music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,
and thus wilderness bloomed that, with all its
followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep
for the death of rivers.
then I was the music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,
and thus wilderness bloomed that, with all its
followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep
for the death of rivers.
And this was my true task, to be the
music of the body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a soul. And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.”
music of the body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a soul. And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been sent, to teach this to your heart.”
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Red Bird)
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